š.š: Confrontation
šzrin was, for all intents and purposes, a walking GPS map of the palace.
His magic had long since woven itself into the stone and air, covering every hidden corridor, every shortcut, every escape route like an unseen tapestry.
So if he wanted to be somewhere? He was there.
No doors. No permissions. No fuss.
And for the longest time, he had absolutely no reason to concern himself with that four-eyed bastard.
He ignored his presence entirely.
But that was before Damon Caelis, Knight Commander of the Aerelion Empire and global pant-charmer extraordinaire got assigned as Elysia's personal combat trainer.
Suddenly, Azrin had a problem.
He didn't like it.
The idea of Damon being around her all the time. Watching her movements. Correcting her stances. Breathing her air.
Close proximity like that bred familiarity.
And familiarity? Everyone knew it was treacherous slope.
So, he decided to handle it.
Like a man.
